Femboy Chastity Novels & Stories

What the fuck? "Uh, Jessi, is there something you want to tell me?" Wyatt asks as we approach the bed. There are lots of sex toys there, and I know exactly who left them. I'm too shocked to speak. There are handcuffs, some type of ball thing that I believe goes in your mouth and ties around your head. That's the tamer stuff. There's also a whip, flogger, and clamps that, if I'm right, are nipple clamps. That little freak. "I believe our sex fairy left us some presents," I tell Wyatt as we stare at the stuff.

Adam stops and asks her to thank him. "Thank you, my boyfriend," said Georgia. In the next scene, Georgia is now bound in a spread-eagle position, with her wrists shackled on the cushions, her ankles collared, and two clothespins attached to her pussy lips while her big toes are tied to each clothespin. What's happening now is that Georgia's pussy flogs repeatedly, and she shouts, "FUCK YEAH! I'm getting so wet".

My body shook, fingers dug deeper into his arms, eyes shut. But just when my walls came crashing down, he pulled away. “This is your punishment,” he whispered, before stretching his hand to the drawer next to the bookshelf. My gaze darted to his hand and I almost choked at what I saw. A chastity pant. A stainless steel chastity pant. Disappointment flashes across my face. I watched him strap me with it, lock it, and remove the key. The heat between my thighs is heightening. Then he kissed me. Not gently. Not questioningly.

By the time I finished the long, intense session, she was a leaking, desperate, sobbing mess—a perfect, broken vessel ready for permanent ownership. I held up the cold, heavy steel chastity cage. “This is the final seal of your commitment, Tia. One full year of uninterrupted chastity begins today. The cage will now be welded shut for the next six months as an unbreakable symbol of your deepening permanence and total surrender to God’s will through me. Do you accept this path to true purity and redemption?” “Yes, Father,” she whispered brokenly, voice hoarse from screaming. “I accept. I surrender everything to you.”

The girl who was wearing a sleeveless shirt turned around to see her friend who was also watching what she saw just now. Gnats chuckled, "Just gave a stamp." "You crazy!" Ambiguous answers that each other understand. Annabelle shook her head, unable to think, "innocent girls get crushed!" The gnats laughed. He also knew that Deenara Shinta was the campus Queen who was still innocent. Even though her clothes are always luxurious and sometimes look sexy, Agas can guarantee that Nara never kissed at all. He's the first. The thought of it made him proud. Annabelle who saw her friend smiled at herself and hit her head. Moaning gnats. Annabelle turned and said, "Don't think about anything."

Hopefully, that would result in yet another birth. One last thing, 'house boy'. Not only will you have no access to my fertile womb, we don't want you to touch yourself at all. So you will have to wear a chastity device, just something Jim designed to make sure you behave. It shouldn't hurt that much, unless you get excited watching us make love. If you got excited, you might feel some searing pain, but only for a few hours." They were prepared to go on, so I just signed over the house and all of the community property to them, took my own stuff, and left. To my surprise, they very quickly sold the old house and left town.

Her heart was pounding, a mixture of genuine excitement and fear; she had never experienced toys like this before, and the idea of being tied up left her wet and nervous at the same time. Atlas opened the door wearing only loose sweatpants, his bare, muscular chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat, as if he had already been preparing. The apartment was organized chaos: old furniture, rock band posters on the walls, and in the bedroom, a large bed with crumpled black sheets, lit by a red lamp that gave it the atmosphere of a clandestine brothel. On the nightstand, the toys waited: cold metal handcuffs, vibrators of various sizes — one thick and curved for her pussy, another smaller and

His sharp jaws clenched hard, his grey eyes burning with frustration and desperate need as he stared at me. I smiled sweetly and stood up, walking over to him slowly. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, then down his stubbled cheek. “Time for your new accessory, pup.” “I forgot it.” “You forgot what?” “The chastity. It got delivered but I forgot it in my bedroom.” “Oh boy, I knew you’d play funny that’s why I brought an extra, you’re going to love it, trust me.” I reached into my bag and pulled out the small black box I had prepared earlier. Inside was a sleek, silicone chastity cage — pink-tinted, snug, and very small. Jack’s eyes widened when he saw it.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.